Jana & Kirk

"No peter, you go home, I'll lock up down here." I said to him at twelve o'clock that night. "Jana and I will just be a few minutes."
Hi, my name is Kirk, and this is my restaurant, "The Zone". I know, not a very cool name, but I inherited it from my mom, who, back in the 70's, thought it was cool. Jana is my wife of 6 months. We're still in the "honeymoon" stage of our marriage, or so people tell us. Jana and I have always had what one would call a "very active" sex-life. We've been together now for 2 years, and we haven't ever gotten tired of sex.

Today was like any other day. The restaurant was busy, the usual clientele of businessmen and yuppie housewives, ordering their low-fat Caesar salads and cappuccinos. We close at around 10pm, but there's always stuff to do until midnight. Peter, god-bless him, is always willing to help with the closing. I couldn't find a better dishwasher. He may be a little slow, but he knows his job. He'd stay until the next morning if he could! I wish I could say the same about the wait-staff: they take off as soon as we close! 

But, I digress. You don't want to hear about the ins and outs of the restaurant business do you? Although the truth is much stranger than fiction....
"Okay Kirk. See you tomorrow?" Peter always asked that question. He's been working for me for a year, and three more under my mom, and has always had the same shift. 

"Yes Peter, you did a great job today. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, he took off his apron and walked lumbering out the door.
"Now self," I said to myself (working in a kitchen all day makes you kinda weird), "Let's get that prep done for tomorrow." I started to move about the kitchen, grabbing a bucket, a handful of celery, some onions, carrots, peppers, and zucchini. We cater to a mainly vegetarian crowd, and roasted veggies are one of the best selling items on my menu. I started to chop, on an angle so that the pieces were nice and long and thin. My mind tends to wander when I chop, and I started to think of Jana.

My wife works upstairs. She does all the business and catering contracts. (I'm hopeless with money.) She also does the accounting, and takes care of our ten-month-old son, Jeremy. She's the best thing to ever happen to me. I can't even think what life would be like without her. But once again, I digress.
I stood there, chopping, thinking about the last time Jana an I made love. I'd tell you about it, but it's a different story. 
I had just made it to round two (and to the Zucchini) when I felt a set of hands on my chest. "Hello lover." Jana said in her "I wanna get laid" voice. Her hands locked together over my chest and her body pressed up against my back, her hips and pubic bone pressing against my ass. She started to lightly kiss my neck.
Jana is a goddess. She stands about six-foot tall, and has legs that go all the way up. She's smart, she's funny, and she's also the most beautiful woman in the whole world. What she's doing with me I still haven't figured out yet.

I rolled my head back and groaned. We're both very vocal lover's, it turns us on. She started to grind her hips into my ass, and her hands crept lower down my chest and stomach. I turned around suddenly and grabbed her hips and yanked her tight to my chest. I kissed her, hard, on the mouth, sliding my tongue into her, tickling her tongue and sending a shudder down her body. She continued to grind into my crotch, her hands cupping my ass. I picked her up by the waist and sat her down on the table.

She let out a little squeal. "Hi," I said hoarsely, "How was your day?" I started to reach around to her pants, unbuttoning her hip-huggers with one hand, and undoing the zipper with another. My hands started to caress her inner thighs through her pants, going just close enough to her pussy that I didn't touch it, and down again to her knees. I crouched down between her legs and started to kiss her knees, then inner thighs, and finally resting on her fully clothed pussy. I kissed and nudged between her legs as she started moaning. Good thing we were alone!

I inched her pants down, slowly, kissing every inch of exposed flesh as I went. I enjoy teasing her. Her moans were becoming louder now as I brought her pants down to her knees, over them, and onto the floor. I lifted my head up to look at her, her eyes were locked on mine. I smiled and dove in for her panty-clad pussy. She let out a scream as my mouth made contact with her clitoris. She grabbed my head and pushed me closer to it. I started to kiss around it, breathing hot air all over her pussy. I could smell that she was ready, even through the fabric of her panties. I reached up, and with one full motion, swept her panties off and over her feet, and onto the floor. The smell became more potent now; I was getting feverish. I started to claw at her inner thighs, and growling like an animal. I pushed her legs as far apart as I could and started to lick her thighs. I took long, slow licks, just barley touching her wet pussy. My hands snaked under her ass, pressing between them and the now warm stainless steel worktable. I pulled her closer to my face and began to lick her pussy. Once again, I took long, slow licks, starting from the bottom of her pussy, up the left lip, a gentle upturned tongue on the clitoris, and then back down the right lip. She was squeezing my head with her hips now, and shaking her head back and forth, her dirty-blonde hair falling over her shoulders. I redoubled my efforts on her pussy, pressing my tongue between her wet lips. She shuddered as I entered her.